We offered you a summer job, but you went and became a mercenary?

Inside the highest-security conference room.

On the huge electronic screen, footage of Lin Ye swinging a Gatling gun with one hand inside the stadium with a capacity of 10,000 people was playing on a loop.

The scene then shifts to top-secret overseas files that the intelligence department has just compiled.

All of these are Lin Ye's achievements from his two months of "summer jobs" in the Middle East.

Two hundred and thirteen people were killed, who were the top bounty targets.

Thirty-four main battle tanks were destroyed by hand.

He single-handedly wiped out an extremist armed group with tens of thousands of members.

The latest bounty on the dark web has exceeded a staggering one billion US dollars.

Two long conference tables were filled with military leaders and top officials from the National Security Bureau, each carrying a gold star.

No one spoke.

Everyone was stunned by this outrageously exaggerated resume.

An eighteen-year-old freshman who had just taken the college entrance examination actually turned the entire international underworld upside down.

This is something no human could do; it's a walking, humanoid natural disaster.

Deputy Commander Wang looked at the paper file in his hand, his brows furrowing into a knot.

"Commander," Deputy Commander Wang said, tossing the file on the table with a grave tone, "this kid's strength is indeed terrifying, but he acts without any restraint."

"It's one thing to go on a killing spree abroad, but to use prohibited heavy firepower in front of tens of thousands of people today is just too egregious."

Deputy Commander Wang surveyed the entire area and continued to add to the discussion.

"The Western Supernatural Alliance suffered a major loss this time, and they will definitely make a big fuss about it in international public opinion. If we keep this kind of unruly and dangerous element in the country, or even try to recruit him, what will we do to control him if he goes berserk one day?"

Several conservative generals nodded in agreement.

In their view, weapons must be in their own hands for them to be safe.

Lin Ye, a lone wolf completely unrestrained by rules, is a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment.

boom!

Chief Li slammed his hand heavily on the solid wood conference table, making the teacup lid in front of him rattle and clatter.

The meeting room fell silent instantly.

Commander Li stood up, his weathered face filled with anger.

"Control? What do you have to control?!" Chief Li pointed at Deputy Commander Wang's nose and started yelling, "Those Western bandits, with their S-level superhumans, are already trampling on the heads of our Chinese university students, threatening to demolish our schools!"

"If it weren't for Lin Ye's intervention, tens of thousands of lives would have been lost in the stadium today!"

"He protected the dignity of our nation in the ring, and showed us our backbone! What are you talking to me about now, international public opinion? What are you talking about, being unruly?"

Chief Li's voice echoed in the conference room, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

"He went abroad to work a summer job to earn money to buy a top-of-the-line computer! The first thing he did upon returning home was to obediently go to school to register, carrying a snakeskin bag!"

"All they can think about is vacation, perfect attendance bonus, and leaving get off work on time!"

"As long as you don't delay his wages or disturb his sleep, he's easier to get along with than any of you here!"

Chief Li tore the overseas file in half and threw it into the trash can.

"This unparalleled ace is someone you not only can't control, you have to treat him like royalty!"

Chief Li placed his hands on the table, scanned the entire room, and made the final decision.

"Pass on my orders!"

"Effective immediately, Lin Ye is hereby awarded the rank of Major General Advisor of the National Security Bureau! He will enjoy the highest-level national allowance!"

"He doesn't need to clock in, he's not bound by any military regulations, and he has the absolute privilege of acting first and reporting later!"

"Not only should we give him money, but also absolute power and status! We must completely bind him to our Dragon Kingdom!"

Several conservative generals tried to dissuade him, but Chief Li simply waved his hand.

"If anything goes wrong, I'll take full responsibility! Get Zhao Jianguo to handle it immediately!"

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The back street of Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences.

A small, unassuming shop selling braised chicken rice.

It was lunchtime, and the small shop was packed with college students who had come to eat after class.

Lin Ye and Xia Wanqiu sat at a small table against the wall.

Two steaming hot braised chickens were placed in front of me, the rich broth still bubbling in the clay pot.

Lin Ye used disposable chopsticks to stir the contents of the clay pot.

After searching for a full minute, Lin Ye's expression darkened.

"Boss, come here for a second." Lin Ye put down his chopsticks and called out to the kitchen.

The chubby boss, wearing a greasy apron, ran out wiping his hands, his face beaming with smiles.

"Hey, what's wrong? Is the flavor not to your liking or not spicy enough?"

Lin Ye pointed to the casserole in front of him, his tone very serious.

"I ordered the large portion of braised chicken for 22 yuan." Lin Ye held up four fingers. "Based on my experience working summer jobs in restaurants, the standard large portion includes four pieces of shiitake mushrooms and five pieces of potatoes."

Lin Ye used chopsticks to pick all the side dishes from the pot onto the rice.

"Count them yourself, there are enough potatoes, but only three shiitake mushrooms."

Lin Ye looked up at the boss, his face full of displeasure.

"We don't earn money easily, so we must give you the full amount you're entitled to. If you give me one less mushroom, that's extremely serious cutting corners and constitutes consumer fraud."

The boss was stunned on the spot, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

In all the years he's run the shop, he's encountered customers who complained about the lack of meat or the hardness of the rice, but he's never met one who would nitpick about missing even a single mushroom.

Xia Wanqiu, who was sitting opposite, was eating rice. Upon hearing this, she silently lowered her head.

She simply couldn't reconcile the stingy young man in front of her, who was arguing so vehemently over a piece of mushroom, with the same killing god who had just crushed a wind blade with one hand and wielded a Gatling gun to turn a peak S-class character into mincemeat.

"Young man, I probably just served too few because I was too quick," the owner quickly apologized with a smile. "I'll go to the kitchen and get you two extra pieces right away, consider it a free gift."

"Just make up for it, no need for extras, I won't take advantage of you." Lin Ye then picked up his chopsticks with satisfaction.

Just as the boss turned around to go back to the kitchen.

Suddenly, the sound of screeching brakes came from outside the street.

Dozens of dark green Mengshi military off-road vehicles drove directly into the narrow back street, completely blocking the entrance of the braised chicken restaurant.

The car doors opened in unison.

Hundreds of fully armed special security guards quickly jumped out of the vehicle.

They acted swiftly, instantly setting up a yellow and black cordon, completely sealing off the entire food street.

The dark gun barrels pointed outwards, strictly prohibiting anyone from approaching.

The students and passersby who were originally queuing to buy food were all stunned and retreated.

An uproar erupted in the crowd.

"Holy crap! Something terrible has happened! The military has been deployed!"

"Who are they here to arrest? This is quite a big fuss!"

Fatty Wang happened to be buying grilled sausages next door when he saw this scene and became so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat.

He immediately recognized that the military vehicles were surrounding the restaurant where Lin Ye had been eating.

"It's all over! It's all over!" Fatty Wang slapped his thigh in panic. "Brother Ye just used a heavy machine gun in the stadium! That's seriously prohibited weaponry! The government must have sent people to arrest him!"

"Shouldn't he be dragged out and shot on the spot?"

The fat man tried to rush in to report the news, but was stopped by two expressionless guards who held his rifle butts to his neck.

At the braised chicken restaurant.

The shop owner, seeing the fully armed soldiers outside, was so frightened that his legs went weak. He scrambled under the cash register, clutching his head and trembling.

The other students eating in the restaurant were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe.

Zhao Jianguo, dressed in a crisp military uniform, straightened his collar.

He carried a tray covered with a bright red cloth in both hands and strode into the shop.

Two rows of guards stood ramrod straight behind him.

Ignoring the horrified looks from those around him, Zhao Jianguo walked straight to Lin Ye's table.

Lin Ye spat a chicken bone onto the table and pulled out a cheap napkin to wipe the grease off his mouth.

He looked up at Zhao Jianguo, who was covered in sweat, and frowned.

"Old Zhao, why aren't you eating lunch? What kind of grand show are you putting on?" Lin Ye asked impatiently. "Trying to give me work again?"